Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the fairest one of all?
That’s me. I possess the darkest shiny hair highlighted with the most beautiful auburn strands falling on the sides of my face. My cape is made of green, black and white hues reminiscent of nature. What is more simple and magnificent than Mother Nature? I represent Parisian chic, and I also drink a café au lait every day.

Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the fairest one of all?
It’s me. I am clad in the brightest and glossiest colour of all time. Red is a symbol  of power and assertion. I win with my presence only, when I enter a room, people fear me. . The gods have painted  my crimson cheeks and my cherry red lips to match my outfits. They call me Little Red Hood because I am so cute and clever. Look! I am actually wearing a red hood.

Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the fairest one of all?
These two are so ludicrous . I am ashamed of calling them my sisters. Nothing is attractive about me, or so I believe. The mirror is not my friend, I would much rather have a conversation with a human being than asking rhetorical questions to an unanimated object.
I am not even sure what I am wearing today. Fetching that piece of bread from the bakery and ferrying  it to our grandmother is my concern today. I love my sisters but they sometimes act too foolish.

So, Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the fairest one of all?
Although the mirror appreciates the last sister’s revulsion for physical appearance, it cannot be bothered by any of them. It really doesn’t care who is pretty and who is not. It is a mirror and its concern is to fulfill its reflective destiny. No one will get an answer, but all will get what they were officially seeking  when holding the object whether they like or not: themselves in reverse.